Love me, love me not

Is love real when it is based on lies?
Is love real when your living in a fake world?
Is love real when your running from something that haunts your every waking thought?
Is love real when every step you take together is a step closer to a fate worse than death?
Can you still love when your love is based on the death of everyone you ever cared about or spared a thought over?

A situation we are all faced with at some point in our lives is, despite all of this, will he love me or love me not?
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"Scar, please just look at me." Ryder pleaded, in that calm way of his.
"Don't call me that, dammit!" I exploded. "My name is Scarlett!"
"Baby. I know what your name is. Why can't you just open up to me? Just once?" He bent down to look into my eyes, and I turned my head away. I was scared that if I looked into the depths of his warm, chocolate eyes, I would tell him everything, and I could not do that. Not if I wanted to keep him safe. Not if I wanted to keep myself safe.
"I can't." I whispered. "I'm sorry. You're better off with someone like Megan."
"I don't want Megan! How many times have I told you? It's you I want, and only you, Scarlett! We have been through hell and back, 20 times. For us! To have a relationship! And I will not throw that away for anything." I looked up at Ryder through my damp eyelashes, not prepared for his mouth to slam down onto mine. I froze for a millisecond and then threw everything I had into the kiss. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pushed back a little to look into his eyes. He bent his head toward mine.
"I love you." Ryder whispered into my ear.
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